Novels by Fareedatu Muhammad

Everyone looked at each other confused, unsure of what was happening. "What are you talking about, Phil? I'm confused about your interest in this," James asked, his voice laced with concern. James shook his head, trying to clear the confusion. "Wait a minute, the lady you're talking about is Emily?" he said, his voice slow and deliberate.“Emily right here is the reason I'm in town, the same woman who does want me in her life and that of our unborn child, and surprisingly, she's here trying to pin my own child on another man who doesn't even want her. How pathetic can you be Emily?” He said, feeling disgusted by Emily's act.“Phi..Phil? What are you doing here? Ho..how do you both know each other? She asked as she stuttered.She stood there, her face burning with embarrassment, as she took to her heels, her mum following closely behind. She couldn't believe what was happening, and she just wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible. As they walked away.Mrs. Valerie turned to

Emily walked to the center of the crowd, trying to draw attention. She stood tall, her eyes scanning the sea of faces before her. "Attention, everybody," she said, her voice clear and strong. "I would like to make a wonderful announcement. It's a discovery I just found out minutes ago, and I'm sure it will be of interest to you." The crowd began to murmur, their faces filled with curiosity and anticipation.Mrs. Valerie, who was standing at the edge of the crowd, looked around and then back at her daughter, wondering what her daughter was up to. She walked to meet her daughter, a look of concern etched on her face. "Emily, what's going on? What are you doing?" she asked, her voice low and urgent. But Emily just smiled and continued to speak, her voice growing louder and more confident.James, who was standing a few feet away, looked around confused. His eyes searched for his wife, and he felt a sense of relief when he felt her arm at his back. They held hands, and he turned to her,

Emily was sitting on her bed, staring at her phone in frustration. Phil began disturbing her phone with calls, and she decided to pick up. “What is it? For God's sake, what do you want from me Phil?" she asked, her voice firm and annoyed. "I have told you countless times to stop calling me, we've got no business together." Phil's voice was calm and persuasive on the other end of the line. "C'mon Emily, why are you acting weird? We both know I am the father of the child you're carrying, so allow me to take my responsibilities."Her anger and frustration boiled over at his words. "What stupid responsibilities?" she spat. "I have told you we've got no business together and no child together whatsoever. Just leave me alone, Phil." His tone turned slightly aggressive, and Emily could sense the desperation in his voice. "Emily, don't be like this. I know we had a thing, and I know I'm the father of your child. I want to be involved in your lives, and I want to take care of you both."Emi

James didn't want to hear it. He didn't want to accept that his dad might not make it. He held his hand, talking to him, trying to keep him awake. "Dad, stay with me," he said, his voice shaking. "Please, don't leave me. I need you." Dr. Smith held his shoulder, his eyes filled with a deep sense of concern. "I think you should get your wife here, or it's too late," he said, his voice low and urgent. "It's possible he wants to say something important." He quickly brought out his phone, his hands shaking as he scrolled through his contacts. He found Bella's number and dialed it, but she wasn't responding. He tried calling her again, but it went straight to voicemail.He wasn't sure where to go, or what to do. He knew that he had to find his wife, but he had no idea where she was. He thought about going to the hospital where Miranda was; he was certain she must have been discharged by now and he doubted she would be there. He knew that the only place to go to was her previous apartme

Both best friends decided to go drinking to clear their heads, sitting at the bar, drinking and chatting.James was nursing a whiskey on the rocks, while Steve was sipping on a beer. The bartender, a friendly woman with a warm smile, was polishing a glass and listening in on their conversation. James was staring into his drink, his eyes lost in thought. Steve, noticing his friend's distant expression, decided to speak up."Yo man, I think it's high time you reduce your intake of alcohol," he advised, his voice laced with concern. "It's getting too much. You're drinking every night, and it's starting to affect your daily life, you rarely come to work. I think you should give this girl a break not after everything that has happened." He looked up, his eyes narrowing slightly as he gazed at Steve. "Bro, just let me be," he said, his voice low and even. "I'll be fine. I just want to drink to clear my head off, and that's all; without her, I can't think straight; she isn't responding to m

Miranda tried sitting up, confused about what was going on and what James was talking about. "What truth is he talking about, Bella?" she asked, turning to her sister with a look of confusion. She then turned to Mia and asked."What's going on, can somebody please talk to me? Who is this young man and what truth is he talking about?" Mia looked at Bella, who took a deep breath before speaking."I'll explain, Mimi, please just calm down," Bella said in a low tone, trying to soothe her sister's frazzled nerves. "He's my husband, on a contract, but trust me, all of these will soon be over," she added, her voice barely above a whisper. Miranda's eyes widened in shock, and she looked like she had been punched in the gut. "What! You're kidding, aren’t you? Are you trying to tell me you got married without letting your only family hear about it?" she shouted, her voice rising in anger and hurt.She looked down, feeling guilty and ashamed. "I know I should have told you, Mimi, but it was all